Elle McKay

The Past. - Poem by Elle McKay

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breathe in that scentof paper and inkyet school hasnothingto do with ittransported back tothose wonderfuldays whereeverythingwasfilled with the one thing weallwant most shelets out the airand is whisked back where it isunavoidably one-sided thoughshe isn't supposed to linger on the pastnothing could stop the memory of returned, awesomelove